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My Life 9/19/05

Posted on | September 19, 2005 |

Frustruations…

 

 

I am having this problem which is driving me crazy. I just can’t seem to write anymore. Oh yeah I am writing that little story, which I know is very, very rough. But I am talking about poems and other stuff. I don’t even know what happened. A lot of the poems that I have been posting are from a few years ago. I sit around with my paper and pen and just to write.

I can’t even work on my daughter’s book. I have writer’s block. I have tried everything. I cleaned out my closet which used to help me out cleaning. This past weekend I couldn’t be on the internet because my computer crashed. So I looked at it postively and thought great I can unplug and reconnect. Hmmmm…. that didn’t seem to work either.

I just don’t know what is going on with me. I had a teacher once who said if you want to be a writer you have to write every day. Well I am. At least try to. The thoughts are there but I can’t seem to put them on paper. I just sit there with the deer in headlight look.

This used to be so easy for me. I used to sit and write and I actually write an entire story in one night. I would write so much that my hand would cramp up. Then I get this unbelievable rush of completing something. Then I go through the editing process which takes forever. I never seem to be satisfied with the edits.

One day, I am just going to have to go the next level and just send a story out if I don’t think it is perfect. But maybe someone else will find acceptable.

Hey, thanks for reading today!

 

Have a luscious day ;)

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